Friday, March 27, 2009

Feeling like being bulldozed....

The last days have been stressfull, as if that's anything new. It's been almost non-stop running around since Thursday morning and not over yet. Tomorrow will, hopefully be a lazy day.

I've been neglecting this place lately. I've often sat here, hands over the keyboard, trying to find the right words.... they are just not coming.

And I have also been neglecting my favs... sorry about that.

I'm off again, working overtime on Saturday once again. At least I'm able to get off work early during the week to compensate, or even take a whole day off.

More another day... when I find the words I'm searching for.....

Willow

Monday, March 9, 2009

Ten years....

Yesterday my certain someone and I celebrated 10 years together. In a situation as ours, that's a long time.

In those 10 years we have gone through all the highs and lows, ups and downs, that all couples go through.

Some of you know about us and our "special" situation. If you are a reader of my "normal" journal, you will notice a certain melancholy mood. I'm usually a smiling, happy person, but sometimes... well, heck, I'm human!

Yes, the word melancholy fits quite well. I once wrote an entry using that word as a title. So, today I'm having a melancholy day. Let's blame it on the cold, rainy, dreary, grey weather, OK?

Ten years .... promises made, not yet kept. Still too many un-answered questions. But I'm still optomistic... our day will come! He promised me.....

Don't worry, I'm hanging in there. I just don't feel very smiley at the moment....

Willow

Monday, March 2, 2009

Quiet times and Reflections

The following is part of an entry I once wrote in the old JS:

Like the lady in the photo above, I love to sit by the ocean and watch the water come, and go, then return once more. My thoughts then start to wander and I reflect about all that has happened in my life, past and present.

Another place I enjoy is up on a mountain near my home where I grew up. From there I can see all around me, and once more I reflect on my past and present.

Those are my quiet times. Unfortunately I live far away from both. Maybe some day I'll return there again. and not just to visit, but to live permanently. I'm reflecting on that, but not while viewing into the sea or from a mountain.

This journal may soon be a place to put those reflections into words. At the moment they are too abstract.


At the moment I'm not feeling like blogging at all. Not here, not on my "official" journal. I told myself I'd make myself rare for a bit, like so many others are also doing. I would also try to avoid commenting.... but that wouldn't be me!

So my visits here may become even more sporadic then they already have been.... sorry. There were times when I wanted to write here, but as soon as I started to type, the words wouldn't come... so I would delete it.

Another reason may be the fact that so many of my favoritie people/bloggers are going through so much hardship at the moment and I can't help... and their hardships make mine seem so small and unimportant.

I did find/receive my old entries so I may repeat one or two, as I did above.

Don't forget me....

Willow

Friday, February 13, 2009

The Stress Factor

When I first started my former Weeping Willow journal at the old JS, it was because I was facing a heavy decision. So much was going on in my life and I wanted a change.... I wanted to escape.... I wanted to disappear...

I needed to express my thoughts, to share with my readers the reasoning behind what I was going through.

I had just returned from a trip "back home", the town I had grown up in, the town where my parents still lived. It was a great trip, I didn't want to leave...

My parents were ill and being taken care of by my younger brother and his wife. I felt almost guilty for living so far away and not being able to help out. My mom suffers an advanced case of Alzheimers. This week they had to put her in a care home......

But almost most of all, I wanted to leave my present life. I have a good paying, yet very stressful job. Add to that harrassment from co-workers..... I HATE IT! It used to be quite enjoyable, very interesting, and very exciting. No longer....

Where I live I also have family... kids and grandkids. Leaving them would have been difficult, but I would still be able to fly back and forth to visit regularly. It was almost 40 yrs ago that I left my parents and my then home to live far away ..... it's nothing unsurvivable.

I already had options for where I could live and I was checking Craig lists for job opportunities... kind of feeling my way.....

The the world-wide financial crises happened and I had to dash all thoughts of moving. Now there would be no jobs so easily available. And it would be down right stupid to leave a good paying, secure job for ..... who-knows-what.....

So I stayed. The job has not gotten better, but I have gained a lot more self confidence. The harassment still continues, but the main jerk doing it retires next months.... light at the end of the tunnel? I hope so.

But harassment, or mobbing as it is also called, can eat at you... causing stress, burn-out, physical problems. For some months now I have noticed a constant "hissing" noise in my head. I had an ear test done last August which I passed with flying colors and lessoned my worries... for a while. Then I googled "tinitus" and sure enough, this type of hissing could be a symptom. So I made an appoint with an ear-nose-throught specialist. Again I passed the hearing test. He wants to do another test in April, but after asking me some questions about where I work, etc., he said that the problem is very likely psychosomatic.... i.e. a sign of stress!

He was amazed at how cool I took the news... he said most patients get all upset. But since I pretty much new the answer and had just wanted to exclude any other physical reasons, it didn't surprise me. He offered to give me a permission slip to stay home from work. I declined... for now. I told him I'd prefer to wait until "the Jerk" retired and see how things went from there, but that I would also come back to him if my symptoms got worse.

It was a relief to know there is no "physical" reason behind the noises in my head. And of course it is also good that it's documented at a doctor. I have occassionally been felt like being short before a breakdown.

I can only admire some of the people behind some of the blogs I read. Some of them are going through so much more difficulties in life, including great tragedies. Some of those lives make my problems seem so small and unimportant.

So, now I have written a novel and updated you a bit. I don't get to this journal often... sorry. I really had intended to write more often. Thanks for letting me share with you....

Willow

Sunday, February 8, 2009

So much to write, so little time to do so...

Yes, there are lots of things I would like to write about, but I need the proper "mood" for doing so. Lately, too many other things are going on.... good and not so good but nothing bad.

I do intend to write more here soon... I promise!

There are a few story ideas going through my head as well, some based on my life, some complete fantasy. But I'm not a writer, so it takes me longer to form the words.

I will be back, and perhaps with the words I'm searching.....

Willow

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Lady of the Shores

Wistful…..

Like the sheer gown draped around her womanly form.

Wistful…..

Like her long hair, blowing softly in the light sea breeze.

Wistful…..

Like the thoughts dancing through her head.

Wistful…..

Like the yearning look across the raging seas before her.

She was like a spirit, standing on the shores of the sea. Those who saw her felt the sadness and yearning she projected. Her story was unknown and many legends were told to any who asked. Was she yearning for a lost love, perhaps a sailor, long lost at sea?

Or was she just an apparition, a figment of the imagination, a dream, appearing to those with similar longings for something lost, something wished for, something out of reach, something far across the stormy seas.

Only the Lady on the shore knew the truth.

Wistful….

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